CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
Naya watched helplessly as her few precious belongings scattered on the ground like trash. Her heart twisted in her chest at the sight, a mixture of indignation and despair welling up within her.
“They’re not rags,” she said, her voice quivering slightly.
“They’re all I have left of my old life when I was still a maid”
“Your old life doesn’t matter anymore,” Rhys said, his voice hard and dismissive.
“You’re a part of my world now.”
Naya’s heart sank as Rhys’ words echoed in her mind.
“Your old life doesn’t matter anymore.” Those words carried the weight of a hammer, crushing her spirit and snuffing out any hope she had of finding a way back to her old life for some reason.
Her knees felt weak, and she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.
But she refus
